Artist: Cilvaringz f/ 60 Second Assassin, 9th Prince, Blue Raspberry, Shabazz the Disciple
Album:  n/a
Song:   Valentine Day Massacre (Premix)
Typed by: Davida.b.

[Intro: Cilvaringz (9th Prince) {Shabazz the Disciple}]
Yo, prepare for the most dangerous (yo)
Blood to the beloved (yeah, Madman, 9th Prince is back)
Bazz and Ringz, Sunz of Man, Blue Ras, Wu-Tang (been long, Prince Saddam)
{We'll grab they asses} Valentine Day Massacre

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, unlock the chain, relieve stress from my brain
You know it's militant, while we hoppin' the train
Killarm's a street gang, Stapleton hang out, no doubt
Street professor with the most clout, show you what it's about
Mathematics, bitches with a brolic ass
Automatics that cause havoc, for fast cash
Pedal bark, Allah trademark in the heart
A young Mozart, swim with tiger sharks in the wet myst
Of Shaolin Dark Art, a million soldier march
Ferocious, tear ligaments apart
Crack your bones, stick and stones, black Al Capone
Torture microphone, broke many barriers but still unknown
The Desert Eagle chrome, war poems
The hall was built, like the Prince of Egypt's throne
We can take it back to Soldiers of Darkness
Where Madman was heartless, killed their whole squadrons
 
[60 Second Assassin]
By all God's be fury, you get thrown in the maze of court and jury
The psychopath, chief of the warcloud
Warpath, wisdom up his ass, hold up this world like Atlas
Incarnating, styles you can call, death child know while I flinch
Of the eyebrow, I be flippin' the crack of a smile
Alright runt, play wild child
Enter the pow-wow, in a stance I'mma bow
Because you foul, you should be stripped of your gown
You could make maid, shipped out
What the fuck you done tripped out, missed out
Sixty Second count the amount
You seem to lost your whereabout, there about
I get 'em now, roundhouse, every second snake out
Try to break out, get knocked about
Fifty-two blocks on the house!

*Blue Raspberry vocalizes*
 
[Cilvaringz]
Yo, North African Killa Bee, I manslaughter cobras
Pierce the skin, with the Fist of the White Lotus
New apocalyptic, core spots the target
Fail to bring homage, be like callin' RZA Robert
The Gods, we swing guillotine swords at ya
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chop off your head
I slay the sickest swordsmen, I post mordem
Since I had the loan, I release would've slayed those
Who oppose my Temple, the God of all Gods
The one and only RZA disciple with ninja stars
With weapons as my darts, with force as my heart
Fuck that, top forty chart shit, I blew with 18 Bronzemen
Prepare, caution, here come the wise one alias the swordsmen
Swinging nine axes, made of sharp lead
My blade be the angel of death, that chops heads
 
[Shabazz the Disciple]
This be the 16 bar rosery reading, of the unholy heathen
You soul will be leaving, you be needing them roses
And meeting death, lead pillow wet, watchin' silhoutte
as it rose in in the evening
Inhalin' the gospel too deep, your brain and your nose will be bleeding
Impaler, upside down cruciform's, how I nail ya
Cremate your fuckin' flesh to ashes, then inhale ya
Dark angel of death, sent in to strangle the breath
Got you entangled in my hell rectangle of angles of death
Blow your spirit out the back of your head, and smack the seven ghosts
Summoned ya ass back from the dead, rapped to them Heaven's host
Sentenced through wages for your sin days
Have the Priest, puttin' your ashes on they foreheads on Ash Wednesday
Beloved layin' with they soul as ya smothered with dirt
Mother prayin' from the cold vision, as he hovers the Earth
The ceremony at the cathedral, will be evil for those listening
February the fourteenth, all behold the blood Christening
 
*Blue Raspberry vocalizing to end*
 
[Outro: Cilvaringz]
Now go into your fuckin' room
Get your gun, go shoot somebody